Why is Bree's apartment so fucking dark?
I wake up at noon and it looks like it's the middle of the night.
It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am before the memories all come flooding back.
She's got a cute apartment, there's painted stuff everywhere.
I've never woken up in a girl's apartment before, but I wouldn't mind waking up in this one again.
"You're awake." She says happily.
Bree is sitting on the floor, back leaning against the glass coffee table with atrocious bags underneath her eyes.
Jesus, she looks like she hasn't slept in a year.
"You stay up all night?" I ask.
"Yes." She smiles, it's wan and thin.
"Why?"
"Many reasons." She closes her book and I realize it's one of the ones I bought her.
"Care to explain?" I stretch and accidentally bash my injured arm. "Ah fuck."
"Be careful!" She scolds me.
"Sorry."
"I need to clean it."
I don't even bother arguing, I just lay back and offer my arm.
She gets up and turns on all the lights, still leaving the curtains drawn.
Matter of fact, I've never seen natural light in her apartment.
It's probably a paranoid thing where she's scared Rowan is gonna peek into her windows, even though she lives on the third floor.
"If you must know, I was monitoring your breathing." She says, slowly unbandaging the wound.
A sharp antiseptic smell hits my nose as she pulls it off.
"What do you mean monitoring?"
"Good, it doesn't look or smell infected." She says, ignoring me.
"You were watching me sleep?" I check.
That's a little horrifying.
"Yes, I needed to make sure you weren't going to die." She cleans me using prepared stuff scattered on the table.
"You care about me." I grin.
"No, I was concerned about how I would dump your body if you died." She says seriously.
"You serious?" I check.
"I'm kidding." She laughs.
She rebandages my arm and glances towards the kitchen.
"You ready for food?" she asks.
No.
Last night she made me eat three steaks, an entire bush of kale, and four animal livers.
I shudder thinking about it.
"I'll cook you a steak."
"You're killing me." I groan.
"Medium rare again?" she asks sweetly, and I cover my face.
I need an apple or some shit.
"I'll feed it to you?" she wheedles.
"In that case..." I tease and she rolls her eyes, before falling to the ground.
Like deadass, drops to the ground.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hearts Club
RomanceHaunted by memories of her past, Bree has hidden herself away from society. Plagued with horrifying nightmares both in sleep and reality-she cannot do it anymore. Hades, a ruthless fighter and charming security guard is instructed to look after her...
